I'm an existential questioner that likes to discuss controversial topics, hang out with my animals, listen to the Joe Rogan Experience, and expand my mind.
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victory

I accidentally washed a pair of pants that are supposed to
be dry clean only. They’re on the drying rack now. I’m playing the waiting game
to see if I’ve ruined them. So far they look all right though. I am not a
domestic goddess. They totally stopped setting up women to be savvy in the
household in like, the eighties. I barely know how to sew and I definitely
don’t have home remedies to get out tough stains. Rob is way better at all of
those things. Plus he can build houses. My abilities pretty much go as far as
baking cookies and being able to clean a toilet. By the way, I did both of
those things today. Killin’ it.

I made maple roasted nuts. It’s harder than you think. First
off, I read a few recipes that called for whipped egg whites. Apparently they’re meant to make the
coating on the nuts crunchier. Operative word there being apparently. They just
made my nuts look all foamy and weird. So I chucked them in the frying pan to
dry them out. That worked a treat. A tasty maple treat. I love maple syrup. I
started cooking my bacon in the pan with maple
syrup. Don’t know why I didn’t start doing that like 21 years ago, but better
late than never. Anyway, it makes the bacon all caramelised and delicious. I
highly recommend it.

maple nuts. aww yeah.

Last weekend I did the Andrea Ager workshop at CrossFit
Collingwood. Andrea Ager is one of my CrossFit idols. Anyway, we hung out,
became friends. Ya know, no big deal. It was actually fricken rad. The whole
weekend was awesome. We did snatch work on the Friday (I had bruised hips for
days from humping the bar). Then Saturday was all gymnastics and Sunday was the
clean & jerk. I got a PB on my C&J at 60kg. I hate shoulder to overhead
movements. I always feel like my shoulder is just gonna bust out and do
something not cool. It’s pretty unreliable. And I really haven’t found a
solution to getting it fixed. Except for stop doing shoulder-y things. If you
didn’t know, that’s kinda hard. I just end up squatting every damn day and then
my jeans feel uncomfortable. Or at least more uncomfortable than normal. I
guess I’m sort of in a pickle.

Andrea and me

oh hey, can I just sit on your head?

booyah.

Speaking of pickles, we got a massive jar of
pickles at work that I keep under my desk for pickle related activities. Well,
it took 16 people to open it. Chelsea finally was able to pry open the
pandora’s box of pickles. I believe it was due to her years of training as a
gymnast that gave her the ability to open ridiculously tight pickle jars. I
think out of everything, making your child do gymnastics for a few years is the
smartest thing you can do in developing a human being. It makes you pretty good
at a lot of things for the rest of your life. That’s a great tag line – “it makes you pretty good at a lot of things
for the rest of your life”. I should work in advertising. Not really. I
think that would hurt my soul a little bit.

victory!

pickles are kind of a big deal.

I’ve been feeling a little unmotivated with things at the
moment. I think I’m in a funk. And I’m trying to figure out what I need to do
to get out of said funk. First of all, I’m in this weird place with training.
I’ve just been getting super frustrated with the fact that every time I get
back to training properly, something gets hurt. And I’m not the type of person
to do retarded weight in a WOD. I know my limits. But for some reason I just
feel like my body is constantly battling something. This is concerning
considering I’m only 21. I shouldn’t be breaking. Apart from the whole broken
neck thing. But seriously, I don’t understand why my body is struggling to cope
when I’m training safely and efficiently. Then I go through this whole, “well
maybe I should just stop crossfit altogether and do yoga”. This plan obviously
isn’t ideal because I love crossfit. But I also want to be able to do crossfit
for a very long time, and maybe that means having to focus on mobility and
flexibility for a while. Then I can learn sick yoga moves and bust them out at
parties. Not really… but seriously.

And then there’s the whole, “what am I
doing with my life” question that forever seems to be echoing in the back of my
mind. I feel like I need to develop more skills. Maybe I should start writing
more. Or go to writing classes. Also, I want to learn how to make sushi. I know
that’s not a skill I’d make into a career, but I just want to learn that shit.
We make homemade sushi at home, it’s the bomb diggity. Apart from the fact that
my sushi roll ends up looking like a weird seaweed burrito. Maybe I could do a
food truck that’s Mexican and Japanese mixed together. Call it ‘taco-yaki’. Get
it. 'Cos taco is Mexican, and takoyaki are those dope Japanese octopus balls.
Man I love those things. I want to learn how to make that too. Apparently you
need some takoyaki kit dealy to make them. I’m down for that. I almost bought a
dehydrator today because I wanted to make beef jerky real bad. Anyway, I didn’t
because I have no money, or at least no money that I can spend on food
dehydrators. Or takoyaki kits. Damn it. I need to earn some extra cash on the
side. I’m trying to get an ebay account set up but those folks really don’t
want me to be selling anything on their site. They suspended my account, then
told me I had to send them proof of identity documents. What the shit. Anyway,
I fricken tried to send them the documents and the site won’t let me upload
them. THE FUCK. I just want to sell my useless crap online. Life is so hard
sometimes…

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about me

I'm Bonnie. A 25 year old Melbourne based writer, listener of the Joe Rogan Experience, lover of adventure, and enjoyer of all things food related. I like to sweat by doing yoga, bjj or crossfit style workouts. But I also like to play computer games for 8 hours straight (because balance). Back in 2012 I broke my neck and started this blog.